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“Yes, you are,” he answers with a predatory smile on his lips and a vicious gleam in his eyes.

He reaches around me and unties his belt from the sink, leaving the leather wrapped around my wrists. Then his fingers claw into my hips and drag me down until I’m lying half-way off the counter with my ass in the air. The strong grip of his hands on my upper thighs is the only thing keeping me from falling. So I wrap my legs around his waist and tug him closer, knowing I’ll be more secure if he’sinsideme.

“Eager little ruin,” he chuckles, digging his fingers deeper into my tender skin. “Just can’t wait to be stuffed full, can you?”

Keeping one hand on my thigh, he reaches down and unzips his pants. His hard cock springs forward, the silver ring piercedthrough his tip dripping with pre-cum as it presses into my thigh. I whimper with need, wishing he would just shove the damn thing inside me already.

He strokes his hand up and down his thick shaft, his fingers getting sticky with his arousal. “You want this metal-studded cock, angel?”

I nod my head, my lips swollen and my tongue too leadened with lust to even move.

“Then fucking beg me for it,” he growls, the thrusts of his hand growing violent as he jerks his cock against my thigh.

“Please fuck me with your cock,” I moan, the words barely out of my mouth before I feel his swollen head part my aching lips and slam inside me. I cry out, the pressure of him inside my tight hole too much and too little at the same time. I need more. “Harder,” I plead, opening my thighs so he can take me deeper.

“Harder?” Grey asks, the word a dangerous challenge on his lips.

He pulls me lower so that I’m hanging precariously over the edge and thrusts so deep it feels like he’s speared me right to the heart. I groan at the sweet agony as he takes me deeper than anyone ever has. My tits bounce with the brutal force of Grey rearranging my insides with his cock, and my nipples ache as the new piercings jostle and tug on the tender holes. Pleasure builds in my core like a bonfire, each blazing surge of pain stoking the flames until it feels like I could burst from the heat of it.

“Do you want to come, angel?” he hisses as my thighs start to clench around him and my pussy trembles with need.

“Yes,” I heave. “Please.” I don’t think I can hold it back much longer—even if he commands me to wait.

“Let me feel that pretty cunt strangle my cock, little ruin.”

His harsh words detonate something deep inside me, and I’m coming so hard that I think my heart must stop for a moment. Bright sparks burst across my eyes, and everything fades but thethump of my blood in my veins, the pulse of his throbbing cock as he buries his seed in my womb. I can’t tell where his body ends and mine begins. All I know is that we’re bound from now until forever.

This moment is sacred—a matrimony of hearts and bodies unified as one, a vow that can never be broken. And I fucking dare anyone or anything to try.

Chapter Thirty-Two

GREYSON

Ican’t stop staring at the diamonds sparkling in Angélica’s gorgeous, caramel nipples. The second she slipped into the dress I picked out for her, I knew I made the right choice. Her pierced tits are displayed beautifully, the see-through, gold silk delicately caressing her full breasts like a lover’s embrace. The low dip of the back leaves most of her skin bare, ripples of golden silk draping below the twin dimples right above her ass. Flakes of gold melt into her tan skin, making her entire body glow in the light of the flames. Her long hair is down, a laurel of golden feathers intertwined in her curls.

She first entered Pandemonium as a fallen angel, ruined and scorched. Now she enters as a radiant goddess, her perfect body swathed in gold, her black wings beautiful and fearsome, her warm, brown eyes brimming with fire, and my fucking mark on her for everyone to see.

Since I needed to pierce her nipples and fuck her twice afterward, we arrive late to the summer solstice party. The loud hum of conversation, interspersed with the assaulting clamor of sex, dims the moment we walk through the doors. All eyes are on us.The attention doesn’t bother me—I’ve grown pretty used to it as the club’s most notorious playboy. But Angélica shrinks back from the stares, the awe, the insatiable fascination and inherent jealousy of the eyes assaulting her.

With her body almost bare, she feels vulnerable being devoured by the frenzied, gossip-hungry masses of Pandemonium’s high and mighty. Angélica is so used to blending into the background where she’s comfortable. I reach over and wrap my fingers around hers, crushing her hand against mine until I see the tension in her body start to ease. I’ll be her armor until she remembers her own strength.

“Don’t let them scare you, angel,” I whisper with my lips brushing the side of her neck. “I’m the only one who gets to own your fear. No one else is worthy of the honor.”

“They’re staring,” she bites back.

“Of course they are. They’re realizing true beauty didn’t exist until you walked into the room.”

“Shut up,” she huffs with a roll of her eyes, but her cheeks heat so prettily at the praise.

“Careful how you speak to me, little ruin. I might decide to put my mouth right where you like it in front of all these people. I think they’d enjoy watching you scream while your pretty clit dances on my tongue.”

“Greyson!” she shrieks, glancing around to see if anyone heard. I don’t really give a fuck if they did.

“MasterGreyson,” I scold. “Club rules still apply.”

“Seriously?”

I glower at her. “Would I lie?”